Space to Cross

so many years ago a drinking buddy

told me of a night when he lay staring

at the stars just crying at their beauty

sensitivity that shamed me i

who never has to cry do you   //   he brewed

his own beer in the basement of his house

a trap door in the kitchen floor he had

a crazy spouse like me i never lose

my brainy cool do you   //   these secret vital

darknesses the breaking through the crossing

over messages like falcon shadows

on the thunderheads oh friend if you

can’t find the space you must create it &

if you can find the threshold you must cross it